My Loc Dave East

[Intro: Dave East, Rack5]
We're ganged off, yeah? Yeah?
Crip shit, blue shit, yeah?
We ain't no blooders
We're crippy, we're crippy yeah?
We crip man down, we crip man down, yeah? Yeah?
We crip man down for shit, for anyting, yeah?
Kill man, murder man
Pussy, yeah? Yeah? Yeah?
Xans, lean, molly, loud, anyting (Crip ting)
They say don't question God
But damn, how you take my best friend, my nigga...

[Verse 1: Dave East]
We was mad poor
Best friend that I could ever ask for
We going global, nigga, I begged you to get your passport
Ironic we survived the Survival, was just our last tour
We asked each other questions, I just wish I would've asked more
I ain't met a soul that had more heart than my nigga
I hear your voice but I can't talk to you, nigga
I'm feeling awful, my nigga
Looking through your pictures, awkward, my nigga
Before a foreign, used to walk with my nigga
I played the park with my nigga
Butch apartment, we was bagging up grams
Jamaica Ave, we paid a dollar for Vans
Always acknowledge your fan
Meech know I love him, Mel know I love him too
Toya know I got her forever, that's what a brother do
It was me, you, Pooch and Mack
We ain't know they face, we asking "who was that?"
I was selling sour, y'all was moving crack
How many niggas you know get shot and shoot 'em back?
Every venue felt your pain every time that you would rap